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“I swear.”
Another silence.
Then, softer:
“I trust you. I just … don’t trust what you’re stepping into.”
“I know.”
When I ended the call, I stood there for a long time.
My reflection looked the same.
But my eyes?—
There was something new there.
Awareness.
Choice.
Consequence.
The door behind me opened without sound.
Cassian.
I didn’t turn immediately.
I felt him.
He didn’t touch me.
He waited.
“You spoke to Harper,” he said.
“Yes.”
“About your mother.”
“Yes.”
“Are you destabilized?”
The directness almost made me laugh.
“I’m … aware.”
“Of what?”
“That this is bigger than just us.”
He stepped closer.
“It was always bigger than us.”
I turned then.
